Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.